Sedric didn’t feel afraid, but he deliberately put on a confused expression. After all, someone who smiles in the face of intimidation doesn’t seem normal.
“I’m here for Deborah Johnson—”
Sedric was about to continue when suddenly, bang! Emma leaned forward, slamming her hands on the table.
As Sedric naturally stepped back, Emma asked, “What? You know Debbie?”
Before Sedric could even respond, the people in the pub started murmuring.
“What? This well-dressed gentleman knows Debbie?”
A man holding a beer squeezed next to Sedric and said, “Debbie’s gone to Dover to run an errand. You can’t meet her now!”
A child, possibly Emma’s son, who was playing in a corner of the pub, added, “Yeah, yeah! How did you know to find her? Have you known each other for a long time?”
Another middle-aged woman, with a sly smile, also questioned Sedric.
The barrage of misconstrued questions left Sedric quite perplexed. He had only mentioned ‘Deborah Johnson,’ yet everyone seemed to misunderstand.
Then, a middle-aged man with arms as thick as a person’s face, who had just finished his beer, slammed the glass down on the table and yelled, “Quiet, everyone!”
All eyes turned to him, including Sedric’s. The man’s already fierce face contorted even more as he said, “So, what’s your relationship with Debbie? What’s your job? And your family background?”
Sedric, holding back his true thoughts of never having met her, managed to say a bit late, “We share the same employer.”
Hearing that Deborah had to work in Dover for a while, a child burst into tears.
If the candy the maid had insisted Sedric take hadn’t worked like magic, the child might still be sobbing.
“Hmmm,” Sedric patted the child’s head with a sympathetic smile. The adults didn’t cry like the child, but they looked just as disappointed.
It was Emma who lightened the mood.
“Aye! It’s for the best! Everyone knows Debbie isn’t meant for this backwater place!”
“Right. The first time I saw Debbie, I thought she was some noble lady.”
Although she didn’t wear expensive clothes, she didn’t look like someone wearing fish-scented garments either. Still, she had the air of a lady about her.
[I’m pleased to meet you.]Her careful, smiling greeting left a lasting impression, showing she was not just a façade, but a person of substance.
“I couldn’t believe it. How could Charles bring home such a woman?”
Charles was a native of Burmese. A fierce storm had taken his parents away when he was fourteen.
Suddenly alone, Charles left the town with tears still fresh on his face, hating the sea that had taken his parents.
“And then we didn’t see him for over ten years.”
People occasionally remembered Charles, wondering if he was alive, what he was doing, or if he was living a life desperate enough to want to drown in the sea.
“But then he suddenly came back home, with a wife no less.”
It was said that before returning, Charles worked as a handyman in a small general store. Deborah worked at a factory nearby.
“Even though they were close, they didn’t work at the same place, so meeting each other wouldn’t have been easy. I always wondered how they met.”
Even now, the villagers don’t know how the two ended up marrying, but they understood Charles’s feelings very well.
[Deborah is my destiny!]Charles often said this, blushing. Although people found it annoying and cute at the same time, they pestered Charles about how he met his ‘destiny.’ However, Charles never revealed anything.
“I wanted to ask Deborah too, but we were keeping our distance at that time.”
Sedric blinked slowly. You were keeping your distance? The same people who nonchalantly talked to me, a stranger?
‘Hard to believe.’
Yet, Emma insisted they did, especially with Deborah because Deborah was…
“Pretty.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You didn’t know Deborah, did you?”
Sedric nodded. Emma shook her head in disbelief and continued, “Not just pretty, she had an air of dignity about her.”
She didn’t behave extravagantly or speak in a special way. In fact, she was friendly and kind.
“Even holding her rough, fish-scented hands didn’t feel different from ours.”
Despite that, Deborah exuded an aura that made her hard to approach.
“Even Charles, he told her not to work, promising to provide for her.”
“Out of concern.”
Charles truly cared for Deborah. He was like a newlywed husband, overly protective and doting.
“It was nice to see, though.”
Their laughter wasn’t grand or stylish, but it was radiant.
About 100 days after they arrived in Burmese, Charles, who had learned fishing, went out to sea for the first time.
The sky was overcast, but the wind was fine, and it was supposed to be a short trip. However, the boat didn’t return on time, and when it finally did, Charles wasn’t on it.
“Sudden squalls can occur at sea.”
A sudden surge of waves, sails gone awry, an anchor that failed to hold – everyone on that boat was in danger. But, in the end, only one person fell into the sea and didn’t return.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
